Hemingway sunk into her arms gratefully, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return. His face buried into her neck for a moment and he breathed her in, pressing against her almost scared to let go. He hadn't quite realised that he needed something as simple as affection, but it seemed obvious now.
"I missed you," he mumbled, as if that wasn't clear from his behaviour. "I love you," he added, not wanting to let her go again.